At that bar
Sadness
Was there.
Like smoke this night
as opulent
as a disguise of pure
phantom with the smell
of that guy
that was weird and touching
women.
I went out
part of things
and little
essence
drank
like a puppet
a whole morsel
of crumbs in
a pocket
an idiot
with ideas
and I was
thinking how
much I paid
for that drink
seriously
a long pause
quote “ death is not, to be considered a transition to a state completely new and foreign to us, but rather a return to one originally our own from which life has been only a brief absence. ‘”
basically he
smelled like
burnt almonds
and somewhat scared
and sacred
the air like petal was woman
in my arms
the love
of invisible.
Beyond Language 
I like this very much.
May I reblog it?
Certainly, go right ahead! Thanks
Gracias Pablo.
I will do so soon.
Have you heard the news about the Qatar poet getting 15 years –reduced from life in prison–for “Tunisian Jasimine”? I caught the headlines on DN! Very troubling.
Eva
Reblogged this on 47whitebuffalo's Blog and commented:
Pablo Saborio is a poet and visual artist. He writes poetry in English and Espanol.
Did not know that, will read about it!
Thanks Eva